The Third Day Comes A Frost, A

Do Not Plunge Thyself Too Far In Anger.

Zounds! I Was Never So Bethumped With Words Since I First Called My Brother's Father Dad.

Though Fortune's Malice Overthrow My State, My Mind Exceeds The Compass Of Her Wheel.

A Nun Of Winter's Sisterhood Kisses Not More Religiously; The Very Ice Of Chastity Is In Them.

A Fusty Nut With No Kernel.